I’ve missed the Dart.
Two whole months without my favourite green and yellow train…
Got on a rather busy carriage this morning that had two full sets of free seats!
I wonder if it had anything to do with the close vicinity of Dwayne, and Gerry, and Big Blue Eyes, who were merrily on their way to the 40 Foot for a splash.
With just the bare essentials with them in a shoulder bag: an old pair of shorts-cum-swimming togs each, a towel, two liter bottles of Smirnoff, two big bottles of 7UP.
Always the giver of unsolicited advice, I sort of hinted at the fact that too much vodka before a dip in the icy Irish Sea may not be exactly conductive to aquatic prowesses.
I wished them good luck, with the diving, and the drinking, and the sunburns.
I’ll email them the shots.
If they ever resurface.